goddamn, but there are huge oceans between our islands. This will be like that role-playing message board that we check once every few months or so to check for change out of curiousity.

regardless. Here is that rainbow I've been waiting for.

I rolled over from a temporary employee to permanent status in my job as a telephone operator on July 25. I moved out of my parent's home on July 29. On August 9 and 11, attended NSYNC concerts.

so now I spend my days and nights in Knoxville, with my roommate Chad, working and tending to my household. and my fixation on the boyband has moved from fanatical to sublime. I've settled into a comfortable place of self-sufficiency and moodiness. I like it.

When Chad is here, I read slash in the library while he watches weird television-- talk shows and soap operas-- and I laugh at the weirdness, and occassionally we wander into the kitchen together and look around helplessly. When he's not, I put on Jack Kerouac and South African gospel, or old school Tori Amos, or NSYNC, and bounce around cleaning and straightening and decorating. Either way, it's the epitome of domestic happiness.

oh, and I joined Sam's Club. Now I can purchase a dozen thirty-two ounce bottles of Gatorade for eight dollars.

The only badness comes from a feeling of rushing everywhere. I exist either at work or here, in my house. I have to schedule going anywhere else-- which means, visiting friends, visiting family. and neither of those things can be done late at night, which is my major source of free time.

and White is in Denver and I miss her. that's another bad thing.

so, but. I'm moving and shaking. I'm living the life my father set out to live. --not so much, but isn't that the Jim Croce line? I've got a name, I've got a name.

That's my life now. I feel good. and a guy at work wants to hook me up with yoga lessons for twenty-five dollars a semester.

moving, shaking.

Praised be man, he is existing in milk.

--Alestar